Happiness it seems
I just cannot conceive
when all my inner turmoil
becomes the very core of me

Emotions swirl in wonder
and feelings entwine with angst
darkness soon ensnares me
bitter is the taste...

Clawing without success
happiness soon caves in
sadness is too heavy
a force to strong to bend

Trapped becomes my refuge
with a lock so tinged and rusted
never to be opened
never to be dusted

So life around me dies
and now I cannot breathe
drowning in my madness
till there is no more of me...
 
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